The 39 Steps Page #3

- Does she?

- Yes. I've just been paying her a call.

- Now I want to go home.

- What's preventing you?

One of those men is her brother,

the other's her husband. Now do you see?

Why didn't you tell me before?

I only wanted to be told.

Trying to keep me with tales

about murders and foreigners.

Here, put this on.

Put on my hat. There you are.

- Take the pound.

- No, sir, you're welcome to it.

You'd do the same for me one day.

Lead the pony around the corner.

- So long, old sport.

- Good-bye. Thank you.

Oy! The empties!

Papers, magazines,

chocolates, cigarettes.

There he is.

For one thing, they're much prettier

than they were 20 years ago.

- More free. Free and easy.

- You're right there.

I could never understand how people used

to put up with the old-fashioned sort.

All bones and no bend.

- The old-fashioned did last longer.

- I don't know.

Mine last about a year.

Here, I'll show you.

Big demand for these now.

- The old-fashioned sort.

- Brrr! My wife.

Now look at these.

- Our new Streamline Model Number 1.

- Anything go with it?

I should say so. This.

Put a pretty girl inside those,

and she needn't be ashamed of herself.

- Bring it back to me when it's filled.

- I will.

What's this? Edinburgh, Waverley.

We're getting on.

- Pardon us for talking business, sir.

- Certainly.

- Good day.

- Good day, sir.

Good day.

- Good day.

- Broad-minded old geezer.

Bet he's very good at charades.

- I wonder what won the 2:00 at Windsor.

- I don't know. Let's get a paper.

- Paper.

- Say, son, speak the English?

Dispatch.

- Hello.

- What won it?

There's been another woman murdered

in a West End flat.

- What?

- "Woman murdered in West End flat. "

These sex dramas don't appeal to me.

What won?

- Bachelor Bud. Seven to four odds.

- Good. Not so good.

Portland Mansions, Portland Place.

By the BBC. That's a nice, quiet place

to put someone to sleep.

- "Good night, everybody. "

- That's a good one.

What was she like?

One of the usual?

"A well-dressed woman of about 35

with a knife in her back.

The tenant, Richard Hannay,

is missing. "

You surprise me.

"At 7:
00 this morning, the

charwoman, Elizabeth Briggs... "

If that isn't the blasted limit.

- What's the matter now?

- Is there no honesty in this world?

I ask you. "The new Bodyline

rubber panty corset.

On sale today.

McCutcheon Brothers, Princess Street.

Price:
17 and 9. Brassiere to match:

The Bodyline. One and three

cheaper than our Streamline.

No use going to Aberdeen now.

- Might I have a look at your paper?

- Certainly.

- Thank you.

- Quite all right.

There's enough evidence there

to hang any man.

What can I do for you, sir?

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